Spring Dreams

If gods of darkness devour the brilliance of the sun,
and secret sadness lingers long into always—

recall the blush-dance of the vast world waking
to the healing laughter of birdsong
carried on a kiss of blue-sky breath,
and watch the flower-fire dazzle red and pink—

a thousand dreams dreamt, a thousand dreams waiting
for you.

My poem from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. She knows that my spirits were lifted by seeing signs of spring this week.

31 thoughts on “Spring Dreams

  1. The oracle is oracling through you. The piece goes beautifully with that painting.
    There are so many styles of art. I want to get into some canvas painting. I find the freedom of the painting you posted to be very inspiring.

  2. Pingback: 51 – Spring * – Beach Walk Reflections: Thoughts from thinking while walking

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